Now there were two.

They gave their handshakes, their goodbyes.
Their time together was well spent, like the 3 Musketeers.

Saying goodbye to a lifelong friend was nerve wrecking, abysmal emotions.
The crazy Indonesian left and parted ways, to be with their own futures.
As he stood in line before flying off into the Rising Sun.

And then.
Now.
There were two.